Crossing over reflections

Mirroring his own life

Life is disappointing; but love is always

beautiful, even across dreary railway tracks

kniving through his childhood

Hair kissed under Homeric stars

Whatever the weather.

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Skip to the blue book, where Kerouac

Sounds better than Spanish

Pouring madness into teacups

Weeping daily for the return of summer

Relinquish, forgive, summer

Washed up love on a bed of lies

Impelled by the weird sisters

Into someone else’s destiny

I have got a mental block

Can’t think of the rhyme

So you’ll have to wait til next time

A mi...

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Andrex from front to back

Thank you, thank you Andrex!

Disordered by lines of deja vu

Press the button and get turned on!

A bitch of eternity, especially

If you are a 'Good Wife'

I like fish and chips washed

Down with some beer

Autumn dreams, sparkling clear

Kissing echoes, blowing words

From a distance, past lives, long exposed,

Zoom into ...

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Sombre words, rigorous debate, helpless giggles:

Poetry lives. Don't play out, girls and boys:

The moonlight is dangerous!

My ambition to be described as: "Never mediocre"

Sleepless shadows on chintzy walls

Kiss of life was full of passion

Pity it was only a fish!

They recede, like wounded soldiers, into forests

Swathed in mist. Mask of beauty, height of...

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Internal dreams follow you around

with a golden enchantment

No one knows the girl who is all alone

In a pub where no one goes

Witchcraft, murder, death and anger

An accidental queue jumper, that's me!

No one expected doughnut eyes

The eager needle drinks its fill

Leaving pools of shadow across antique eyes

The worst death is self-inflicted

But...

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Jesus went for a rather long walk

Through magpie faeces to the slaughterhouse

In the stench of hate

Hanging with religious gangrene

Cushioned in silent landscapes

Immersed silently with broken hope

Put away like broken dishes

A poetic riddle told what it could be,

Branches creaking like hands clapping

To the answer given.

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